The kindly looking fellow in the light blue shirt pulled me aside moments before my presentation at the library. Your book has made me do a lot of thinking, he said. Oh? I replied. Yes. About mental illness. My mother took her life. My brother is a schizophrenic. He pulled out a [Read More...]

My childhood girlfriend was institutionalized following the birth of her first-born. Here she was, ten years later, in the third-trimester of her second pregnancy, talking out of her head again. We were having one of our catch-up phone calls. She from her home in Georgia. Me from my home in Oregon. “I know what the [Read More...]